Village Green

Out in the country, far from all the soot And noise of the city, there's a village green It's been a long time since I last set eyes On the church with the steeple, down by the village green (La-la, la-la-la) 'twas there I met a girl called Daisy And kissed her by the old oak tree (La-la, la-la-la) although I loved my Daisy, I saw a fame And so I left the village green I miss the village green And all the simple people I miss the village green The church, the clock, the steeple I miss the morning dew, fresh air and Sunday school And now all the houses are rare antiquities American tourists flock to see the village green (La-la, la-la-la) they snap their photographs and say "Gawd, darn it Isn't it a pretty scene?" (La-la, la-la-la) and Daisy's married Tom, the grocer boy And now he owns a grocery I miss the village green And all the simple people I miss the village green The church, the clock, the steeple I miss the morning dew, fresh air and Sunday school And I will return there and I'll see Daisy And we'll sip tea, laugh and talk about the village green (La-la, la-la-la) We will laugh and talk about the village green